Chapter 182 – Chapter 175 – I Hear a Knock (1)

Hernán, who was walking in his hallway after cleaning, stopped his feet.

He could hear Silnia and Marina talking in the living room.
It seemed that Silnia, who was not on duty, and Marina, who had almost finished her postpartum care, met in the living room.

“… So what’s Sharpie intimidated about? Lately Karine has been trying to do something for her.”

Hernán thought of Sharpie, who was taking care of the children.
She has reduced her talk considerably lately.

“Isn’t that because the demon king is suspicious?”

“Doubt? It’s true that there is such a feeling, but what kind of doubt exactly? Stop arguing with humans and tell the elves a little bit.”

Marina made a strange sound, a mix of sighs and laughter.

“Sylnia. Do you remember that time?”

“When exactly?”

“Right after you made your first wish.”

“Oh, then? You asked me to release the magic on Hernan’s head?”

The warrior party and the demon king.
The moment when their relationship took the most intense turn.

“At that time, I thought I was really falling. I was really scared.”

“Of course, Karine’s rampage is the most intense memory.”

Marina agreed and went on with her words.

“Do you remember what Potty hinted at to the women of the warrior party after that?”

“Huh? Was there anything like that?”

“But… You’re so preoccupied with the upcoming birth that you don’t even remember.”

Hernan quickly erased his presence so that the elf, whose senses were sensitive to her, would not notice.
And she moved to a position closer to the living room.

“What do you want to talk about? Let me know soon It’s time to come eat Hernan and the other girls soon.”

Fortunately, the elf didn’t seem to notice Hernan’s approach.
When she first met Silnia, she secretly attacked her from behind, and it seemed that her skill hadn’t died yet.

“A sense of heterogeneity of the sexual desire suppression magic on Hernan’s head. You said Sharpie figured it out while mixing her body, right?”

“Looking back, I think she said something like that…”

“If that’s right, Sharpie has access to the magic of Hernan’s head anyway. That means must be magic-based anyway, right?”

“I guess so.”

Hernando agreed inwardly and listened to Marina’s reasoning.

“By the way, this time Potty had the same approach to the magic of Hernán’s head, right?”

“Are you saying it’s strange that both the Potty and the Sharpie have the same access to head magic, and only one side has blood?”

In response to Silnia’s immediate reply, Marina paused for a moment before continuing her words.

“Anyway, there is no need to worry too much about the learning potential of Silnia children.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Ernan laughed bitterly and thought that Silnia was only lacking in her knowledge and learning, and that her natural intelligence was not bad.

“Anyway, isn’t it strange? If there is something dangerous in the magic on Hernan’s head, shouldn’t the demon king who first came across it suffer?”

“But didn’t the demon king say that he only did what he could with the very small amount of magic he possessed? So it wasn’t until she mixed her bodies that she realized the strangeness of libido-suppressing magic.
On the other hand, did you say that Potty did it professionally?”

If you believe what Sharpie said, the Demon King did only a very shallow level of analysis.
On the other hand, Potty tried to analyze Hernan’s magic without leaving a single thing behind.

If so, you can think that only Forty, who touched a place too deep that he shouldn’t know, fell into a trap.

“In fact, thinking that way is one of the rational interpretations.”

Marina accepted Silnia’s words positively.

“But that leaves two very suspicious subjects. First, Carine.”

The person who cast the spell on Hernan’s head.
Karine is the first to step up to the suspicious object.

“And drank.”

“Eww… The demon god is getting more and more suspicious.”

The Demon God is the god of magic and the person who imprisoned the people here.
It wouldn’t be strange to say that magic was cast at the moment people were put into this place.

If the demon god cast magic, the fact that the demon god said in his first wish, namely that there are two magics on Hernan’s head, would also be a lie.

“But no matter how you look at it, Karine doesn’t seem to know anything other than sexual desire suppression magic and brainwashing magic.”

“It is. Even these days, they mutter that brainwashing magic is still a false accusation.”

“Did you hear that? Anyway, elves have good hearing.”

“Well, whatever that is. So, is the demon the culprit?”

At Silnia’s words, Marina lowered her voice.
Hernan was also quite hard to hear.

“It’s possible, but I’d like to put more emphasis on other possibilities.”

“Another possibility?”

“Think about who we are talking about and how we got here.”

“Devil?”

Now Silnia’s voice has also lowered.

“But… She’s better at using magic than I thought?”

“Yes. Maybe the demon king did something wrong with Hernan’s hair. Then it goes without saying that he won’t be harmed by his magic.”

Hernando honestly had doubts about Sharpie.
She can gain mana through sex, albeit in small amounts.

Of course, Shafi himself said that the limit was to create a small spark with the magical power she gained from sex.

But couldn’t that be a lie?

“Even the Demon Lord Sharpie herself must be aware that she is in a situation where she can be suspicious. So she stays as quiet as possible, and instead helps Karine to be active.”

“Hmm…”

Silnia groaned as if she was in trouble.

“By the way, Karine. I care a lot these days.”

“For things like that, they talk quite often.”

“That-that was talking about the restoration of the altar!”

“The demon gave a signal to remake the altar while stroking her hair, wasn’t it too frightening? Shall I turn down the altar again?”

“Hey!”

At Sylnia’s shouting, the sound of a crying baby was suddenly heard.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Marina gave her words to Silnia, making hasty baby-soothing sounds.

“It’s a joke. I don’t want to break my back again.”

Sylnia groaned and groaned again.
Marina let out a chuckle as her baby’s cries subsided.

“Anyway, are you worried about Karine?”

“Huh… I’m not jealous at all!”

The sound of a baby crying echoed once more in a raised voice.

“Should I scream when I have a baby?”

“Sorry…”

In the end, it seemed that the conversation between the two would roughly end there.
It was time for Hernando to slowly reveal his presence.

“But what are you not hearing?”

“I can hear the baby crying now.”

Ernan wondered if Silnia had noticed his presence.
However, the expression of the elf who had just entered his field of vision was filled with a mysterious feeling.

“No, rather than that, it feels strange… Hernan?”

“Feels strange?”

As Hernan opened his mouth and appeared, the two women turned their faces towards him.

“Oh, when did you come? Didn’t you hear footsteps?”

Silnia blushed with a puzzled look on her face.

“I just came. Did you not hear me because you were concentrating on the conversation?”

“Did you hear the conversation?”

Silnia asked, wagging her pointy ears.
She seemed ashamed that she had brought up her words that she was jealous.

Hernan decided to protect the pride of this cute elf.

“I hardly heard. At most, your question, “Do you not hear anything strange?”

“I guess I couldn’t hear him because he was crying.”

Marina grins, and she brought her baby, whom she gave birth to two weeks ago.
Hernán held his daughter, who had blonde hair close to black.

“It’s good to see you’re crying. Saint Marina, are you okay? Isn’t postpartum care too short?”

“It wasn’t dystocia, so it’s okay.”

Hernán, who had exchanged several conversations with Marina about their new baby, turned back to Silnia when her baby stopped crying.

“Tell me more about what you heard.”

“Okay?”

Sylnia put on an ambiguous expression.

“Honestly, it’s a very faint sound, so it’s hard to pinpoint what it is. If I had to choose something similar, would it be a knocking sound?”

“A knocking sound?”

“Uh. Do you pretend to be familiar before entering the room?”

Hernando felt that he did not understand English.

Why does it sound like that?

Silnia saw Hernan’s expression and waved her hand.

“Did I mistake the sound of your footsteps? Don’t mind too much It’s so small that I can’t be sure anyway.”

It was difficult for Hernando to ask more about the words that were not taken seriously.
Besides, since Marina was carrying her baby again, he had to divert her attention.

“As usual, did Hernan come to check on Potty?”

Recently, before meals, Hernan would go into Potty’s room alone to check on her condition.

“Yes. We need to check it as often as possible.”

Marina nodded her head and responded with a completely different story.

“I hope you will take the time to show the sunlight to your new baby.”

Sunlight.
Warm warmth that only comes down through the garden.

“Garden? But even if Hernán went there, he wouldn’t be able to stay long because he would be dizzy.”

And the garden is a place that causes abnormalities in Hernán’s head.
Hernán shrugged her shoulders as if it was nothing to her puzzled Silnia.

“Let’s make time for it as quickly as possible.”

After answering like that, Hernán left her living room.
Silnia’s grumbling could be heard from behind him.

“Have you hidden any treasure in the garden?”

Marina answered in a soft voice.

“Well?”

* * *

Forti’s room was filled with heavy silence.
It must be because the owner of the room did not regain her consciousness.

Hernan noticed someone raising his head in the silence.

“Wow?”

“Dad.”

The kids should be with the Sharpie?
Could it be that Sharpie left Una behind?

“Why are you here? Aren’t you playing with her little brothers?”

“Today…”

Next to Potty, who is sleeping with a calm expression.
There, Una curled up over her like a baby rabbit.

“I want to sleep with mom.”

Rolling her bunny ears over her head, Oona stared at Hernán.

“I want to hibernate too.”

Hernán approached her bed, carving the word hibernation into her head.

“Who said mom hibernates?”

“Aunt Karine.”

Each child has a different way of addressing girls.
Una was taking the least popular method among them.

“Aunt Karine said her mother was in hibernation. It takes a long time, she said.”

Not a bad explanation for children.
In a way, it can also be seen that Karine’s strangely romantic sense was exercised toward language.

But Hernán felt that Karine wasn’t just giving her this explanation in her favour.

“She said that her mother is a rabbit, so she slept yesterday and today.”

Potty doesn’t really like to associate himself with rabbits.
At least when she was lying on the bed with Hernán, she only occasionally called herself a rabbit.

Besides that, he would express his displeasure when others treated him as a rabbit.
Especially when Karine treats her like that.

“Okay…”

However, Hernán did not stop Oona in particular.
A child who had to be away from his mother often would need such a reason.

“Dad is trying to find out when her mother will wake up, will she come out for a while?”

“Is mom awake?”

Unlike her mother who had just said she would sleep with her, the child jumped up when Potty said she would wake up.

“Dad will check.”

“Huh!”

Oona crawled out of bed.
After helping Una, Hernán stood by Potty.

A bloodless pale face.
The inside of the rabbit’s ears, which should have been bright red, is also closer to gray.

The Demon God removed the threat that gnawed at Potty’s body, but it did not replenish the blood that Potty vomited.

Carine couldn’t get up for nearly ten days after vomiting her blood, so Potty, who was weak, must have been lying down longer.

Marina also said that she was not in a dangerous condition, so she advised me to wait ‘quietly’ for the blood to fill up.
And Hernán, who agreed to the word ‘be still’, didn’t even use Sharpie’s recovery magic.

“Forties.”

I remembered all of this while looking at Potty’s face.
He muttered to the unresponsive Potty.

“Who the hell made you like this?”

Is it really a Sharpie?
Or is it carine or drank?

She doesn’t like either one.

“When will mom get up?”

Beside him, Una pricked up her bunny ears and tried to look over the bed.
Seeing his son lift his tiptoe, Hernán made Una climb onto his feet.

“Do you still have to sleep? How many more winters will I have to sleep before it’s over?”

The child bowed his ears slightly, depressed when Forty was unresponsive.
Hernan stroked the child’s ear and deliberately raised his voice brightly.

“Winter will be over soon. Then mom will wake up soon.”

“When? When will it end?”

When talking to his children, Hernán always thought these moments were the most difficult.

“It would be over sooner if Ouna said she loved me. Winter must be warm to end.”

Oona said with her ears drooping.

“I love you mom. I’ll let you touch her tail when you wake up. I kiss you too.”

“… Is it raining?”

It must have been the end of winter.
Hernán, who flinched for a while with Oona, exclaimed loudly.

“Forties!”

Potty opened her eyes with difficulty.
After she first saw Hernán, she saw her own son beside him.

“Why am I in bed… ?”

“Mom! Is winter over? Would you like to touch my tail then?”

Oona eagerly pounced on Potty, rubbing her cheek against her own mother and kissing her on the lips.

“Eh! Hey, the hair is in your mouth!”

The only problem was that Una rubbed her cheeks and the hairs from her ears got into Potty’s mouth.

Hernán hastily removed her una, driving her barely awake darling mother to her breathing difficulties.

“Mom says it’s hard because you just woke up? She says she will touch her tail a little later, so let’s be patient with her.”

“Huh!”

Oona smiled brightly at her drool-stained face.

“Coke! Oh, what the hell, is it winter, tail… What do you mean?”

Potty looked around Hernan and her room with a confused face.

Are you not understanding the situation?

“I do not remember? While talking to me in the living room…”

Hernan glanced at the child in her arms and softened her words.

“You suddenly fell asleep.”

“Ah… ?”

Potty opened her mouth blankly.
She stayed that way for a moment, staring at her ceiling for a while.

Hernán prepared for Potty to faint again, and she asked cautiously.

“Do you remember something?”

Potty even forgot that he was a wizard.
She had returned as the wizard of the warrior party.

“Magic…”

Potty murmured the word magic.
And she called someone’s name.

“Sharpie.”

“Sharpie?”

Ernan said while covering Oona’s ears.

“Did a Sharpie enchant my head?”

Poti’s golden eyes twinkled and looked at Hernán.

“Sharpie and Versus, let me talk.”

Hernan frowned involuntarily.

“With the Demon King? Why?”

“Go, I want to say thank you.”

Thanks?

Hernan was silent and looked at the wizard who was looking for the demon king.
Potty looked up at the ceiling now and murmured.

“Thank you for saving me… I am going to say that.”